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What Are The Odds? - Part 1

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 936

Summary: Before the reader left for college, she had a one night stand with Dean. Eight years later, Dean learns that he has a daughter in an interesting way.


“I refuse to let my daughter look like Avril Lavigne on the first day of school!” You say at the end of your rope. 

Of course you end up with a kid who’s just as stubborn as you. And her father. 

“Why do you keep saying that? I don’t know who that is and she has a weird name!” Your daughter Kelsey says crossing her arms.

Ok, calm down. You need a different approach. 

“Sweetheart. I love that you want to wear fun outfits and put extensions in your hair but you are only 8 years old. You need to compromise, ok?” 

“Ok, fine. I want to wear makeup then.” 

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yours is the light | you are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars. — e.e. cummings | an oisuga fanmix

1. I love you by akdong musician; 2. some (썸) by soyu x junggigo feat. lil boi; 3. heaven’s door (천국의 문) by eric nam; 4. joah (좋아) by jay park; 5. day 1 by k.will; 6. best place (내 곁에만 있어) by shinee; 7. kiss kiss by kim hyunjoong; 8. yes, you (그래 너) by standing egg; 9. love love love by roy kim;

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I really wanted to write delinquent au. And I also really wanted to beat certain someone up. (It’s not described but there is some blood - reminds me of one of the asks I got today.)

Yamaguchi transfers in the middle of school year and ends up in the school full of delinquents. When some senpais try to take his money, someone saves Yamaguchi. But is Tsukishima really helping him?

SFW, TsukiYama, delinquent au
Words: 2782
Also on ao3.

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anonymous asked:

Parent/teacher SQ AU (maybe conference or over the school year?)

OK, this one got away from me a little bit, and is 4k of you guessed it supa-fluff. Enjoy.

“Head’s up!” Regina turned at the sound just in time to see a football hurtle by her head, wisps of hair brushing against her cheek with the action.

Instinctively she tightened her grip on Henry’s shoulder, and looked out to find the source of the forceful throw. “Sorry about that!” A young woman ran over, waving one hand apologetically. She slowed as she neared Regina, long blonde curls falling around her shoulders. “Hey, I didn’t hit you, did I?

“You did not,” Regina tilted her chin up a bit. “Though I do believe you tried your best.”

Henry stiffened beside her, and looked up. “Mom,” he nudged her a bit in the side.

“My hair got in my eyes,” the woman defended, pulling her hair back and up into a ponytail as she spoke.

Regina raised a brow, and looked down at the ball on the ground. Lips pursed, she looked back at the woman, appraising her torn jeans and Guns ‘n Roses T-shirt. “Perhaps you should have done that before you started playing,” she admonished, gesturing to the woman’s action.

Mom,” Henry whispered desperately beside her.

“Yeah, well I didn’t exactly expect to be pulled into a game, you know?” The woman couldn’t be more than 24 - if her sense of appropriate school picnic attire was anything to go by - and Regina wondered if she was the sister of one of Henry’s classmates or - heaven forbid - a parent.

“Toss it back!” one of the boys shouted from the makeshift football field across the school lawn. The grass was lush, still green in the last days of August, and the grounds were full with parents, teachers, and students, for the annual pre-school year picnic.

“It seems your peers are calling you,” Regina nodded towards the half-dozen middle schoolers that stood waiting for their ball.

The other woman’s lips twisted in a smirk, and she popped one hip forward, and slid her hands into her back pockets. “I take it you’re Henry’s mom?” she asked, giving Henry a truer smile.

“Miss S., you coming?” a girl yelled over, her hands held up in an exaggerated shrug.

Regina’s eyes narrowed. “Miss Swan?” she questioned, and the woman nodded. “You’re Henry’s homeroom teacher?”

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anonymous asked:

Ugh this is a plea for not help. I was just laid off at work through no fault of my own (they had to find $2M). I am a-ok with not working there anymore. But I am not ok with filing for unemployment. Because - ugh. Pride? I worked like 4 jobs in college to graduate without debt (before the economy crashed). I don't want to file. But I know I should. Because bills and Adulting. And then checking out COBRA/ACA. This is where I would not be sad if I had to go back to high school. >:-[

Aw, man, I’m sorry you were laid off, Anon, that blows. But yes, Adulting is good, and let me explain why.

So, in Utah they tried out this thing where they gave everyone a home. Every homeless person got a home. It (obviously) greatly lowered homelessness, but it cost them something like $8K per person per year.

Which is down from the $20K per person per year that the state was paying.

Sometimes we don’t see hidden costs.

While you may not pay into unemployment benefits as an employee, your wages are affected by the fact that your company pays unemployment insurance so that when you get unemployment from the company, they don’t actually pay out – the insurance company does. Collecting this money allows you to keep your home, pay your bills, and feed yourself, which allows you to maintain a decent standard of living while you look for a new job. It prevents a poverty spiral that could end not just with shame and pain for you but a greater financial burden on the state to care for you. I’m not saying that 100% will happen, but it certainly could, and has for many people who deserved much better.

If you are not receiving unemployment from your company but qualify for your region’s version of state aid, you actually have been paying into that by paying your taxes. Taxes pay for roads and schools, and also welfare and food stamps and in some cases free clinics and homeless shelters. And if you end up having to go to a free clinic because you didn’t get healthcare through government services, it often costs more for your treatment (especially since uninsured people tend to let treatment go until they’re in desperate circumstances, for obvious reasons). If you are trapped in a poverty cycle that forces you to get your food from a food pantry for a year instead of taking state aid and getting another job in three months, that costs more too.

So I guess if the issue really is pride, which would you be more proud of: staying healthy, fed, and warm so that you can find a new job, or potentially costing the state twice as much when our society traps you in a poverty cycle that makes it harder for you to get, let alone maintain, employment that allows you to support yourself? 

Pride is also often an excuse not to do something because of depression or anxiety. That’s a different beast; if you’re too anxious to apply for state aid or too depressed to figure out the admittedly somewhat labyrinthine aid system, that’s a different battle to face. There, you can acknowledge that you’re not at your best, you’ve been laid off and that can trigger all kinds of self-worth issues, and maybe you need a day or two to just rest. Maybe you need to ask for some help, or google local offices that can help you get aid.

Whether it’s pride or misery, your best bet is still to take the aid that people have worked very hard to put in place so that you don’t need to take something much worse down the line. I know it’s hard, but it’s better in the long run. Good luck – and I hope you find an awesome new job soon!